Jaegar watched Kyra more intently, and the more he watched, he found her more intriguing. Before leaving here, he wanted to learn more about her.
Her dominating presence had silenced everyone in the tent, and no one even dared to interrupt her as she spoke.
Tavorn's face turned pale as he listened to his sister. He knew she was not one to be crossed, and he wondered what had transpired between her and Jaegar.
Kimon opened his mouth as if to voice a strenuous objection, the tremulous cords of his neck taut against the prospect of granting quarter to this obvious threat. But Kyra merely sharpened her expression, and the words shrivelled on the old man's tongue before they could fully form.
With a jerky nod of frustrated resignation, he waved his men to stand down from their aggressive readiness.
A thin, mirthless smile played across Jaegar's lips at this capitulation as he watched the proceedings with a ceremonial undertaker's impassive observation.
